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Saturday Morning Hate Sex

I look forward to the day when no Saturday Morning Hate Sex post will be necessary. When every Lady’s team finds themselves on the shiny happy end of the scoreboard, and no one’s star quarterback weeps. On ESPN. In primetime. In HD. (Attention, Mister Tebow: I, too, hit the waterworks when the battle goes ill for my boys. I am, however, A Girl, and not a Division I blue-chipper. Take it like a man: Bottle up your emotions until you snap years down the road in a series of unrelated incidents.)

*ahem*

Where was I? Right. In an orderly, usual season, we might have seen that day already. A day when the Ladies can kick back with a cocktail, bask in the glow of victory, and never once have to hiss, “Catch the GODDAMN BALL” at their television screens. But this is no kind of normal season, and it’s not even halfway over, and already we’re all carrying scars.

But no matter who prevails, we’re still coming out on top. Let’s get our healing on, after the jump.

Thank God it was Midnight Madness on Friday night, a reminder and that a season filled with wins is in my near future. GO TAR HEELS. Basketball team that is. Because our football team just got beat by that OTHER Carolina. Not exactly pretty. I am also a WSU Cougar at heart (Heels = Law school, Cougs = Undergrad) I believe, and this may be inaccurate because I have blocked out much of what transpired, that Oregon KILLED us, 53 to 7. Seriously. I think they gave us that TD just to be nice. 53? I seriously can’t believe that we gave up 53 points. Its been a rough weekend. Now all I need is for my fave NASCAR driver to run into a wall at 200 mph to make my weekend complete.